We do it a lot and then laugh about it. As I type I know it sounds lame, but we think it's funny and it is a connection point for us. I am really glad the that connection point has remained after all we have been through.
What I think is even better is that AJ does not quite get it. That means it is one thing that I will continue to share with my best friend.
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When I got back from vacation I discovered my car is leaking coolant. The water pump is leaking, and not just a little either. I took the car to the shop yesterday afternoon and K came to pick me up and take me home.
While we were driving home the gay ex-husband came up. While she has achieved a good outcome, I think there are still flashes of, well... not anger, but irritation, with the fact we had to go through all of this. I pointed out that now she was with "Mr. Wonderful" (who she says is much better in bed that I was (of course, I WAS a gay guy with a woman, I did the best i could)) and that maybe he was better for her anyway. I can't remember exactly exactly what she said, but it gave me the impression that she wish either I stayed "bisexual" or I had come out 20 years ago and not had to deal with this at all.
She was not cranky about it exactly, but it was a little uncomfortable for a while. I guess no matter how well we are doing, there will always be that... something... left behind.
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Today is the Charlotte Pride Festival. This will be the first time I have ever gone to a pride event anywhere. I have always wanted to go, but I have either been afraid or not able to find the time to get away.
Today I have the time and I am not afraid. I'm actually pretty excited about it. I wish that T was coming with me, but he has to work today.
After the pride event, I will get a movie from the RedBox and head over to T's house. We will snuggle on his couch and I will be happy to be with my man.
1 comment:
That is not lame at all. When I was dating my last bf we would slap each other's butts and holler ghost to say that it was a ghost who touched the other person's behind. It was just one of those cute things that was part of our relationship.
Have fun at pride!
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